Second food poisoning in a month.

A troubled day, but an evening well spent with a cosy group, followed by a late dinner with a good friend, which unfortunately gave me the worst stomachache ever.

We discussed what it meant to be 'other regarding', and a 'nice' person. Indeed it's the little things that count. Personally, it was a good conversation, something I haven't really dwelled upon in a long time. And something to reflect upon as well.

I've been trying to avoid it, but I've come to terms with the fact that I am at a crossroads again. It troubles me that I'm neither sure of the end I seek, nor the path I want to take. I lack courage, and trust in those who know better. I'm held back by insecurity and fear.